But a few minutes, with a rush of footsteps, more than a dozen girls ran back panting, their faces were slightly red, but they all held their lunch boxes in their hands, glanced at each other, and rushed to the table of Zhengji. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Masaki, try mine, the chicken thighs made in the cafeteria are very good,"

"Don't squeeze it, Yaqin, and mine, taste the shredded potatoes I beat, and eat some light ones at night to be good for your health"

The sound of chirping, the colorful lunch box crowded the desk in front of Zhengji, which also made him stunned, he didn't expect that Liu Lu's action would cause so many people to move, and he didn't know where to start for a while, looking at the expectant eyes of the girls around him, Zhengji had a headache, squeezed out a smile and nodded, and said thank you.

And the boys around looked at the lunch box in front of the Zhengji table with envy and jealousy, touched the hungry stomachs of themselves and others, and looked at others, it was like the treatment of the emperor, the harem beauties were three thousand, and then look at themselves, there was no shadow in this supper, it was really more popular than people, and many people swallowed their saliva.

Time, like a delicate quicksand, unconsciously flows between the fingers, between people's unintentional thoughts, a flash, a week of time flies in a flash, like a year of water, in this most beautiful years, time flies too fast, a little careless is close to graduation.

The days of political discipline during this period are overwhelmed by a large number of test papers, most of the days in school, from time to time there are a large number of graduation records to write, that is, a large piece of test papers spread out in front of him, the graduation record must be filled in, the news of his return has been well known to the students of the school, most people know that their legendary senior will graduate in more than ten days, every day he comes to the classroom, he will find that his desk is full of all kinds of classmates, after helping the classmates in the same class to write the classmates one by one, the students in the outer class began to use the recess time to line up at the door of the first class。

This also appeared a strange scene, whenever the bell rang after class, like a 100-meter sprint, the students in each class, all can't wait to take their classmates, the wind rushed to the direction of the class, the gentle girls in the past, also burst out of unprecedented potential, some even run faster than the boys.

This also led to the end of class time that the students were looking forward to, and here in Masa, it became a more torturous time, looking at the long queue at the door, Masaki even wanted to cancel the end of class, these days, he even had to go to the bathroom between classes, and the teachers also acquiesced to the matter.

"Senior Zhengji, I'm your fan, please help me fill in the classmates record," similar words, similar graduation books, Zhengji rubbed his eyebrows, but still nodded and roughly filled in some blessings, and handed it back to her in the eyes of the girl's admiration, he is about to graduate, he is not stingy with those pen and ink, since they are all his own alumni, then he is tired, try his best to sign some, compared to the previous life, when he graduated from high school, there were few classmates, this life can be regarded as a flip.

In these episodes, Song Liang's side will also give back some news from time to time, very smoothly, the military's detection ship detected the sunken ship according to the location provided by Zhengji, after determining that the news of Zhengji is true, the high-level side was greatly excited, and there was originally a trace of suspicion also disappeared, at this moment the military's resolute and resolute behavior began to appear, on the day of confirming the news, a huge salvage ship accompanied by two frigates set off from Qingdao Port, and to Zhengji's surprise, Song Liang's guy actually went in person, in his words, it is such a memorable thing, of course, he can not be missing as a witness, by the way, he jokingly said to Zhengji that he would supervise him, so that Zhengji was a little moved while crying and laughing, Song Liang's words were also half-true, but it was obvious that he took this matter very seriously.

The last day of class should be the most uniform in the entire senior year of high school, no matter how many students usually skip class, no matter how free and undisciplined bad students are, they will all come to school together, but let the political discipline, who is used to the relatively empty school scene, see so many students pouring in at once, and I am still a little surprised, where did so many people run out of the second high school?

In the entire second high school, the number of senior high school students is the largest, fifteen classes, the number of people alone is almost more than 1,000 people, and the second high school is only more than 2,000 people, and the third year of high school alone accounts for half.

The classroom is very hot, the students are very restless, and the whole senior year is like an active atom, vigorously doing irregular movements, shaking their heads, talking around, excited, excited, and boasting, and even discussing what to fill in after the exam.

The crowd was like a honey beacon gathered together, buzzing and noisy.

But after Zhou Qingmei walked into the classroom, everything returned to calm, all the people quieted down all of a sudden, shaking their heads and shaking their heads, foaming at the mouth splashed and said that the Yellow River flew for nine days and quieted, and the entire third grade of high school was as quiet as when all the class teachers came to the classroom on the first day, which can be regarded as silence.

This silence made the sophomore, who is now separated from the third year of high school by a floor and ceiling, have this vague sense in their hearts, the kind of weather that seems to be covered with dark clouds, but it is surprisingly calm, like the sea with dense clouds overhead on the coast, and even the waves have disappeared from the sound.

"Students, I am very happy to have come to this point with you, but also a little disappointed, happy that you have finally become a talent today, and what is lost is that we have been together for three precious years, and we will finally be separated..."

Zhou Qingmei adjusted the glasses on her head, "However, life has to be created by yourself, your future road is still very long, after graduating from high school, maybe you will go to society, maybe you will continue to study, but no matter what path you take, reporter, your courage today, reporter your three years of study, reporter your group of companions!" Zhou Qingmei's eyes were moist, but through the glasses, she couldn't see her appearance, "Students! I wish you success in the college entrance examination! At the same time, congratulations! ”

When the last trills of Zhou Qingmei's words disappeared into the air, the crowd was still silent.

With a bang, the tide began to spread from the corner, whistling throughout the classroom.

Then at the same time, the third and fourth classes of high school, the third class of high school, and the first class of high school came out one after another, and the whole group was connected together, and the sound expanded like a snowball. Someone clenched his fist and slammed his fist on the table, and there was a muffled sound from the belly of the table, and even the ground where the table legs were connected, a dull sound came out, and then others concocted it according to the law, and the sound of the table beating was transmitted, and the piercing sound of the table feet rubbing against the ground was also mixed with cheers and muffled sounds at the same time, and then such sounds began to sound from one class after another, and it was five times louder than before, and then such sounds were transmitted from fifteen classes, and merged into one body, forming an earth-shattering thunderous sound。

I knew it would be like this, I knew it would be like this, the sophomore looked helplessly at the ceiling above his head, where it was constantly trembling, and a lot of fine dust was sprinkled down one after another, like a plush snow powder, so that the current sophomore students were also infected with the kind of parting Xingge at the same time, but there were also many people who subconsciously shrank their heads, they were worried that the ceiling would collapse in the next second, and a large pile of ruins would fall down with this large group of people from above, and it would be easy to play at that time.

I suppressed the emotions of a senior in high school, and now announced that I was cathartic, and even more, I lifted my table and went down to the ground with a pestle, making it look like I was pounding rice, and the sound was like rolling thunder from the sky, rumbling and rolling past.

The sophomore in high school was quite calm, and no one hid under the desk on the spot, which was already commendable.

Zhou Qingmei also let every student vent herself like this, she has experienced countless sessions of high school, every time she faces graduation, students basically vent like this, and now the current session in front of her, it can be regarded as Zhou Qingmei's most worrying over the years, but it is indeed the most outstanding one, the emergence of political discipline, for this would have become an ordinary session, added more unpredictability and surprises, it is undeniable that Zhou Qingmei is quite face-saving when talking about political discipline with any teacher, just seeing her mention this person's name other teachers immediately changed a very tasteful look that is not clear and does not understand, she felt the use from the heart.

All the way to the present, thinking of the sourness and the years she has experienced, Zhou Qingmei feels that she should be old, so old that she doesn't know whether some teaching concepts are right or wrong, in teaching, Zhou Qingmei is undeniably a master, but in teaching, although Zhou Qingmei swears in front of the media, but she knows what kind of level she is, he has never been optimistic about political discipline, and often threatens poor students like him, because at that time, her eyes are only focused on the competitive class rankings and bonuses, which is her honor and interests, she has never thought about her past and future as deeply as nowI have never thought that maybe my students have amazing talents in other aspects, maybe there is only one way to go, or maybe learning is not destined for everything.